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Madiba

In the chiaruscuroof compassiona pixel has just fallen off and the tableux is the worse for it; our writhing forked tonguesheld in our twisting hands Advertisements

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A rioting mind

I dreamt of blood of men with sticks and fire beating their breasts like gongs I dreamt of a riot in an anywhere town with anyhow cries tearing the crackling sky I dreamt of relief that it wasn’t me; that … Continue reading

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Lines written on the death of my grandmother

I A sack of flesh spilling over a diminutive frame seeking herself out from a thousand faces of insanity stammering through the insidious sentences woven by time’s scribe raving eyes lost in the syntax of pain unrolling its slow tortuous … Continue reading

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